The man backed down as soon as he heard the other person’s surname was Qin, but he didn’t agree with being accused of monopolizing the market.
"Brother, I’m just being honest here. Look at your eggplants, what color are they now? This is at least from yesterday’s pick, already not fresh. It’s good enough I offer you five cents; I’m running a business here. Coming all this way, I can’t afford to lose money. This is the price. If you want to sell, then sell. If not, keep waiting and see if someone else will offer you more. I’m not forcing you. Why accuse me of dominating the market?"
Saying this, he intended to leave with no intention to argue further.
But as he turned to go, the other party wouldn’t let it rest and grabbed his arm.
"Hey, why are you leaving with the conversation unfinished? Five cents won’t work. Add a little more. Ten cents. If you offer me ten cents a pound, I’ll sell it to you."
The other person waved his hand, "No way. Even if they were freshly picked with dew on them, they wouldn’t be worth that much, let alone these leftover vegetables."
"Who told you these are leftovers? These are freshly picked."
"Alright, they’re not leftovers, they’re freshly picked. I can’t buy at that price. Wait and see if someone will offer you ten cents."
"I want to sell to you. You said you wanted them earlier, now you’re backing out. Are you messing with me?"
"Hey, how come it was you who rejected the price I offered, and now it’s me who’s messing with you?"
The buyer was getting anxious.
Though he was from out of town to deliver goods, he couldn’t let himself be randomly wronged like that.
"You’re messing with me. You touched my eggplants, rummaging through them for so long, and finally said you won’t buy them. My eggplants are ruined because of you. You’re not leaving without giving an explanation today."
"I just looked at them. Who buys vegetables without looking?"
"You were rummaging through them..."
Seeing their argument growing louder, more vendors stopped to watch the commotion, and suddenly a shout came from outside the crowd, "Qin Wen, what are you doing?"
"The security officer is here."
"The person in charge of the market is here."
Someone in the crowd murmured softly, and immediately a path was cleared.
Sun Guodong stood with a stern look, his dark eyes fixed on Qin Wen in the crowd.
A half-grown boy followed behind him.
At this moment, the boy wished he could bury his head in the ground to reduce his presence.
But Qin Wen glanced past Sun Guodong directly at the boy.
"Qin Jianshe, can’t you see your third uncle being bullied here? Your family sent you to manage the market, not to watch your third uncle’s antics!"
The boy was Qin Liang’s second son, Qin Jianshe.
After the new year, Qin Jianshe couldn’t focus on his studies. Even though his parents urged him to study hard and follow in his brother’s footsteps working with their fourth aunt.
Some people are naturally inclined towards academics, like his older brother.
And some, despite trying hard, struggle to focus in class, like him.
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